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[My Name is Immaterial]

Vicnan investigates the captain's cabin, checking to see if the bard was indeed the source of the magic.

[Nerjin]

You search for several moments though you do not find anything out of the ordinary. Except for a smashed chair. It seems that the Half-orc was the cause of all the mystical effects.

[Silthuri]

Eileen sits down and counts out the coin, although she keeps glancing at the bow as she works. She sets the 33 from before aside and counts out six piles with 83 gold each, again leaving out two pieces. She takes her 83 gold pieces and the bow before she turns to Fifemonkey. "You play well. What is your name?" She asks quietly.

[Nerjin]

The half-orc casts a sideways glance at you before he takes a brief break from playing "I am Fifemonkey." His task completed he returns to playing.

[kj1225]

"I think there's something wrong with him..."

[Silthuri]

Eileen nods. "The dwarf was cruel to him." She says to Kyle before returning her attention to Fifemonkey. "Where did you learn to play?"

[Tawa]

Richye takes his cash, then looks sorrowfully at Fifemonkey.

[Nerjin]

"I think there's something wrong with him..."

"I am hurt. I am still capable of song." Fifemonkey says briefly before he returns to playing.

Eileen nods. "The dwarf was cruel to him." She says to Kyle before returning her attention to Fifemonkey. "Where did you learn to play?"

Fifemonkey ceases his playing yet again to reply "He was strict master. Nothing more. Master wished for me to play the fife. I learned."

His piece said, Fifemonkey returned to playing his fife. The same sad song.

[Flying Dice]

Lora cheerfully ignores the dramatics, helping herself to 75gp and a potion of CLW.

[Kassire]

Smiling Jernak salutes to Kyle and grabs a CLW potion and 85 gold coins "Well, that was fun" Jernak says as he kicks at Ulfgar's corpse

[Flying Dice]

Go find that fucker who was going to trade me the scimitar after reclaiming the extra rapiers. Trade one with that fucker for the scimitar or buy it if he won't trade, take it to the other fucker who wanted the scimitar and swap the scimitar and second spare rapier for the shortbow, find the elf babe.

[Nerjin]

It doesn't take you long to find the man who originally promised you the shortbow. A string of 'I heard what you were trying to do. Already traded it away' had led you back to the man promising you the bow. Odd. These people seemed strangely cooperative for pirates.

"Well... I didn't exactly have a shortbow. Well... I did but it snapped when I tried to test it out. I just left a Longbow instead."

[My Name is Immaterial]

Vicnan glares at the pile of loot. Normally, he would never take anything from a dead man, but he had to send a tithe to his master soon, and he didn't have enough money to do so. He swiftly grabs 83 pieces, and, with a red face, speed walks back to his cabin, and stuffs his face into his spellbook. When he pulls it back out, he has made some steps forward with his spellcasting.

[Nerjin]

"Alright lads, everyone off the ship. We're torching the damned thing. Loot what you can and get off!" you hear Captain Grey's voice yell out from near his cabin door.

[Tawa]

As before, Richye is getting drunk on the Sunhammer.